Temple of the Dark Moon

Hmmm… it’s been so long since i wrote anything that i can’t exactly remember what to write anymore. it seems the more you read on what you shouldn’t be posting in the net the less you dare to write for the fear that it will come back to haunt you. i wonder how much truth is there… wonder do bosses really bother finding ppl’s online profile to find out more of what that is not revealed in a resume… sounds so FBI like to me, hahahaha.

what can i say, being in bintulu is really something. seeing so much greens… well, more like low rise buildings and the sheer lack of hustle and bustle is nothing new and reminds me of my days in kerteh. ah well, was pretty prepared when i came here so i guess not too much disappointment or anything. they do say watch what you say for it can come back to you… well, never did learnt my lesson. As i have before so confidently declared that i can survive anywhere, I too this time have so confidently declared that i’ll be fine not seeing a place called KL for a long long time.

lo and behold, i was back in KL for me chinese new year shopping and for the love of god, i have no idea what the heck came over me, never in my life have i felt this way. somehow, the moment i step in the concrete jungle, i just couldn’t take my eyes of it. those shiny glass windows that reflects the evening sun, the endless stream of cars that just whizzes by, and the unending footsteps on the sidewalks. its like looking at a painting, just staring at it. Trying to get every detail in as much as possible not wanting to miss a shred of it. it was like one of the most beautiful things in the world and i have just come to realize how much i loved the sight of it.

i mean talk about weird, no one in KL will probably share my view on this… they all will probably call me crazy or nuts and i must a gree that to a certain extent maybe i am nuts for saying this picture of nightmare a masterpiece. i just couldn’t help it. it was as if i needed to breathe back life into me.

weird is not it? i too find it so perplexing that i should have even miss it so much… me who do not even go out that much anyway. but i still loved the buildings that stretch to the skies. still i marvel at ppl busy walking to their destinations; people chatting happily in the streets; the clothes that they are wearing; the design, curves, the halls, the rooms, the furnitures, the chandeliers, just the music of the existence of life! Never would i ever imagined that I would miss those sounds let alone needed to hear it all. But it was all those sight and sounds that i missed.

i think so far I have went back to klang twice i believe. the another surprise awaits me on my return to east malaysia. i didnt want to wake. i didnt want to move. i didnt have an ounce of happiness. I didnt want to live. I dont want to go back~! never thought i would be so depressed when i realized i have to return. its almost comical that all those silly thoughts actually went through my mind but went through it did. both times it was depressing. the second time was more managable but still~

sigh, here i still am in this place of Bintulu. i’m here for almost 8 months… almost a year. my goodness. i didnt even feel it went that fast. thoughts are slipping away from my mind… sleepy already. hope you guys out there are happy with your jobs! see ya next time whether or not you are in Petronas. Adios.